The Thank You Poem by Bill Grace

When the daughter of fourteen years gave the unbidden ‘thank you’
I was surprised – mind – not being on folded laundry
It made me reflect on the father who raised me
The emperor who never said thank you nor his boss
The things of formation were just expected
There was no recognition for community compliance
Jesus somehow knew of gratefulness
It is in the gospel where, a cup of water given – is told.
Dad’s harshness did not teach me ‘thank you’ but Jesus did,
Mother helped. Most powerful two words I know. Thank you.